Category: wife

Just a quick word, darling?

Particularly annoying as I missed it last month for putting too little milk in. Still, once I finally get it right, everything should be fine.
Sometimes couples are more compatible than they realise. Now they can be open and honest with each other, I expect their relationship will become a lot deeper.
She just slipped him into something incomparably less comfortable.
In matching outfits, it seems.
Important to remember where your loyalties lie. I’m sure Mike has no doubts on that score.
She just likes to know where he is – especially if it’s ‘on the floor writhing around in pain and screaming apologies’.

The Fashionable Frown

Rather a narrow focus to today’s ‘special’ (you have noticed that Sunday’s posts are always specials, right? Course you have). Anyway, this is just to celebrate my discovery of a lovely young lady fashion model called Olivia Vinten. Unlike many other models, Ms Vinten does not seem to believe in smiling for the camera, preferring instead a pursed-lips look that to my mind expresses contempt, outrage or even barely repressed fury. All of these are delightful emotions for females to hold – entirely understandably when confronted by the exasperating and incompetent lesser sex – so she is today’s celebrated goddess and will feature again in future. She looks so cross… and regular ‘readers’ will know I have a soft and tender spot for women looking cross.

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t object to women smiling. For one thing, I’m not allowed to express negative opinions about anything a female does, for another there is certainly a place for a mocking or patronising smile in our little world. But it’s so refershing to see a beautiful young model expressing her real feelings, that today is a smile-free post.

I haven’t cherry-picked the images by the way. Just try typing ‘Olivia Vinten’ in your favourite anonymised search engine and you might see at most one or two half-smiles, amid a display of fabulous feminine frowniness.

A cure for idleness

Or several cures, even, often bookable by the hour.

Don’t worry, she’ll listen carefully to your views on the matter, as you gasp them out. Or you can leave it until after and tell her while sobbing.
I’m sure Sylvie will be fine, as long as you don’t do or say anything annoying during the three weeks she has you. What’s that you say? You’re male? Hmm… OK, I can see that could be a problem.
Another nice lady, but make sure you ask her politely or she might get cross.
They also serve, who only kneel and pay.
They do accept femsuprem-supporting boys as ‘associate members’ but if you already belong to a full member, that won’t be necessary.
He could go along to the next meeting of his teachers’ union. Trouble is, so might she and some of her friends.

This lady, although seen only from behind, is the stunningly beautiful but (it seems) essentially uncontactable Lady Tamara Kenworthy. Fairer maiden never gymslip wore.*

*Except possibly this one. Ah well, dreaming is free.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

More anachronous anecdotes.

It’s natural that with a young Queen, a few things should change to reflect her deeply-held whims. I suppose the system’s not enormously democratic, but when you look around at some of the leaders we elect, is that really so bad? Of course we need to get rid of all that nonsense about male succession.
They might need to comfort each other later, in private. Ladies on this blog often do, after suffering the ordeal of having to observe a male receiving a well-deserved thrashing.
The trouble is, how to know when to speak? In my experience, ladies’ killing rages can last a while and it’s not always obvious from their demeanour.
You might think that a lowly governess would be quite unprepared for a role in which she needs to command the respect of local society but in this – as in many things, dear reader, as you are almost certainly male – you’d be wrong.
The peak of civilisation.
He went to a school with a ‘modern’ approach to discipline, so it’s good he’s marrying a wife with a very different outlook on life.

At her…

  • feet
  • beck and call
  • convenience
  • command
  • disposal

… choose your own ending. Or ask someone from a more competent sex to choose for you.

She’s a firm believer in forgiveness, once the necessary corrective measures have been taken.
I myself have never paid for sex. Quite the opposite, if anything.
Maybe he enjoys obsessing about it. Let’s hope so because I suspect he’ll be doing a lot of that.
I can’t imagine why she thinks she needs her hockey stick – it’s not as if the teacher’s likely to change his mind about any of his decisions, even if she gives him a demonstration.
Maybe she was a little dismissive, but there are global news organisations in the room. Not every day a supermodel shares a new bra and they have front pages and newsflash segments to fill.
Clever Mistress Eleise knows lots of magic tricks. A male ego can be made to disappear forever, for instance, with nothing more than a simple raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile.

When the belle strikes

She’s perfect, so is it so unreasonable for her to expect perfection around her?
She’s quite unsentimental about these things. Just as well, because her boys don’t usually last long.
The self-defense training can actually be worked into the pole-dancing routine, but they’d need several new submissives every night, so they only do that on special occasions.
Strangely, once the penitance she has in mind is complete, you’ll actually still be in a state of mortal sin – more so, if anything. So you’d better go straight to confession and it can all start again.
Conversations about money in relationships can be very uncomfortable. Many couples find it easier never to discuss money – my SO certainly never allows the topic to come up.

Under her tutelage

I’ll confess I don’t understand husbands who don’t do as they’re told. Do they have something better to do?
This could be the beginning of a beautiful obedience.
In my experience those situations are rare, although my SO has frequently expressed her profound regrets that I’m such a useless, annoying, unattractive and tedious piece of shit.
I think the idea that there might be a universe in which I have sex with someone like her calls the many-worlds explanation of quantum phenomena into serious doubt. I mean, Nazis winning WW2 sure, dinosaurs living on in Australia why not… but there have to be limits.
Hmm… not sure I’ve quite grasped the difference. Maybe try the first again?
Fortunately, she’s not run out of effort.

Indisputable truths

Don’t worry, you’re not doing too badly. The most important thing is to take her orders. Adverbs like ‘literally’, ‘immediately’, ‘subserviently’, ‘unquestioningly’ are important but next-level.
Men in strict chastity see many more sexy women on the streets… simple fact. It’s best to treat it as a bonus of the regime.
Another bonus: no need to worry about self-control when someone else is doing the controlling.
She’ll give you her hand in marriage and you’ll take it.
The first time I defied my SO’s orders, soon after we married, I was worried she’d be upset but in fact she enjoyed herself immensely over the next four or five hours.
She’s just read him a lovely bed-time story called “Spunk on my face!”

And apropos nothing very much, here’s a nice little bit of found femdom, which corresponds closely to a scenario I’ve featured once or twice here.

Just do as you’re told

I mean, how hard can that be?

Don’t worry: you won’t have to say much. Counting and thanking for the most part, maybe a few hundred words of apology and gratitude at the end.
Don’t you always feel uncomfortable, on the outskirts of a conversation like this? I do.
Of course it’s fair. Every ten weeks (subject to good behaviour, obvs)? That sounds like a non-stop sex party, as far as I’m concerned.
I’m told that the trick to buying a car in America (yes, it’s American – see, they put the steering wheel on the wrong side? Oh – and that blue jacket too…), is to negotiate on price and hold out for a good bargain. Just be aware, though, that that same tactic is absolutely catastrophic when approaching a findomme.
Thank goodness the only face we can see is the lovely one of Princess Kali.

Still lovely, still here.

In fairness, Sissy usually gets to go to bed a lot earlier than Mistress, too.

The bonds of love

It’s easy to wait patiently when you’re chained up. Or at least, it’s not different in any sense that really matters from waiting impatiently. Still… if there’s a biscuit going, I’m not saying no!
Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time for desperately remorseful apologies – they might even let you beg for forgiveness, if they’re in a generous mood.

Cruella, of course – even the Editrix herself (yes she was, who else do you imagine wrote the editorials?), Lady Victoria, on the right there. She inspired Goddess-Lady Lucia, you know.

Arguably, offering a plausible explanation is ‘impertinence’ in and of itself, but I’ve learnt not to argue.
Fortunately, your wife has a very high tolerance for observing pain, so I doubt the safeword will be needed. Still: safe, sane and consensual, right? Any BDSM play should incorporate at least two of those.
Not a good start to a lifetime of married bliss, is it? Still, I expect you’ll improve and she expects that too.
See – and you were worried you wouldn’t be respected in this relationship! They value your expertise in menial drudgery and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.